Rajeev shaadi ke after-party se late aaya. Thoda whiskey. Ghar andhera. Inverter bhi fail. Woh seedhiyon se upar gaya, socha Sunita soyi hogi. Darwaza dhakka diya. Galat floor. Neeche Ananya soyi thi fan ke bina, sheet sirf kamar tak.
Usne haath rakha. Garam kamar. Soft pet. Usne socha biwi ne petrol lagaya hai. Choli khuli hui thi garmi ki wajah se. Ek boob bahar. Rajeev ne muh laga diya. Jeebh se nipple ghumaya. Ananya ne neend mein muh se awaaz nikaali, “hmm…”
Rajeev ne doosra boob nikaala, dono ko ek saath daba kar chusa. Lund jeans ke andar tight. Usne zipper kholi. Mota lund haath mein liya, Ananya ki jaangh par ragda. Phir haath neeche. Panty geeli nahi thi — sookhi. Usne socha Sunita aaj dry hai. Do ungliyan zabardasti andar. Ananya ki aankh khuli.
“Papa…? Bijli…?”
Rajeev andhere mein face nahi dekha. “Sunita chup, aaj party se garam aaya hoon.” Usne panty side ki aur lund chut ke muh par rakh diya. Ek dhakka. Sirf aadha ghusaa. Ananya dard se kasi. “Yeh mummy nahi— Ananya hoon!”
Rajeev ruka. Awaaz pehchan li. Lund aadha andar. Woh nikalne laga. Ananya ne haath se uski kamar pakad li — darr se, ya shock se, clear nahi. “Nikaalo… par dheere. Dard ho raha hai.”
Usne dheere nikaala. Phir bhi lund tana raha. Dono saans le rahe the. Ananya ne phone ki torch on ki. Papa nange, lund chamak raha, uski chut ke paas. “Aapko laga mummy hoon.”
Rajeev ne muh dhaka. “Main jaata hoon.”
Ananya ne kaha, “Mummy kal subah tak nani ke ghar hai. Aap abhi is haalat mein upar mat jao, wo sochengi kuch aur.” Yeh bahana tha. Dono jaante the.
Pehli raat poori chudai nahi hui. Rajeev bathroom gaya, haath se nikaala. Ananya ne darwaza band kiya, lekin uski ungli usi jagah par thi jahan papa ka lund tha.
Doosri raat — alag.
Sunita still nani ke paas. Rajeev ne socha nahi jaayega. Ananya khud upar aayi. “Bijli aayi nahi. Upar AC hai. Main yahin soungi? Aapke pairon taraf.”
Woh pairon taraf nahi soi. Beech mein aa gayi. Rajeev ne peeth feri. Ananya ne uska haath apne nipple par rakh diya. “Kal aapne galti se kiya. Aaj main keh rahi hoon — ek baar dekh lo farq.”
Rajeev ne choli uthayi. Is baar dekh kar chusa. Ananya mummy se patli thi, nipples zyada sensitive. Woh karahi. Rajeev ne panty utari. Is baar chut geeli. Ungli nahi — seedha jeebh. Ananya ne taangein uske kandhon par rakh di. “Papa… aisa mummy ke saath nahi karte aap.”
Usne jeebh andar tak daali. Phir uthha, lund muh mein diya. Ananya ne pehli baar gala tak liya, daant lagi, Rajeev ne baal nahi pakde — sirf ruka. “Dheere.” Phir usne seekh liya.
Chudai is baar sofa par hui, bistar par nahi. Ananya upar baithi. Lund dheere-dheere poora liya. Rajeev ke haath uski kamar par. Woh khud hil rahi thi. Thappad nahi. Sirf ek baar gaand par halka. Ananya ne kaha, “Aur mat. Mujhe dard wala nahi, gehra wala chahiye.”
Rajeev ne palat diya. Taangein uske pet par dabai. Lund tez nahi, lamba stroke. Har baar nikaal ke sirf sir chut par, phir poora. Ananya ka paani sofa par faila. Rajeev ne nikaala nahi andar — pehli baar pet par chhoda. Ananya ne ungli se cum uthha kar dekha. “Kal andar. Aaj nahi.”
Teesra mauka alag jagah.
Sunita Sunday ko bazaar. Rajeev terrace par cigarette. Ananya ne peeche se haath jeans mein daal diya. “Neeche wale dekh sakte hain.” Phir bhi usne lund nikaala. Ananya jhuk kar muh mein liye khadi rahi, baal face par. Rajeev ne railing pakdi. Cum muh mein aaya, Ananya ne nigal nahi liya — haath mein liya, phir apni chut par mal diya. “Ab andar wala feel aayega jab chodoge.”
Woh andar room mein gaye. Khidki band. Is baar gaand nahi. Ananya boli, “Woh mat. Mujhe wahan darr lagta hai.” Rajeev ne sirf chut. Doosri position: Ananya side par leti, ek taang upar. Rajeev peeche se chut mein. Haath aage nipple par. Dheere. Lamba. Jab veerya aaya, Ananya ne kaha “ab.” Rajeev ne kokh tak daba kar chhoda. Ananya kuch second chup rahi, phir boli, “Yeh wala galti nahi tha.”
Uske baad har baar same nahi.
Kabhi gaadi ke garage mein, engine band, seat peeche.
Kabhi mummy ke bathroom ke steam mein, sheesha dhundhla.
Kabhi Ananya exam ke notes ke beech, skirt upar, Rajeev chair par, woh god mein — chup, kyunki neighbour ki awaaz aa rahi thi.
Rajeev kabhi “randi beti” nahi bolta. Ananya ko woh pasand nahi. Woh kehti, “Naam se mat. Kaam se.” Kabhi pregnant wali line nahi. Ananya ne saaf kaha, “Goli khaati hoon. Aap tension mat lo. Bas andar chhodna, bahar nahi.”
Ek raat Sunita last moment par wapas aa gayi. Dono kitchen mein the, Ananya counter par, Rajeev ke lund chut mein aadha. Footsteps. Rajeev nikal kar pant upar. Ananya ne skirt neeche. Sunita ne poocha khaana. Ananya ne kaha “Papa ke saath noodles bana rahe the.” Chut ke andar cum abhi bhi tha. Usne khade-khade chalne mein farq feel kiya. Sunita ko kuch nahi laga.
Baad mein raat ko Ananya ne message kiya: kal mummy yoga. 7 se 9. Neeche mat aana. Main upar aaungi.
Yeh pehli wali kahani jaisi nahi.
Wahan galti ke baad har scene same thappad-gaand-khidki-repeat tha.
Yahan galti adhoori thi, doosri raat Ananya ne khud ragda, teesri raat terrace, phir rules — gaand nahi, galiyan nahi, andar sirf jab woh kahe.
Rajeev ab bhi kabhi sochta hai pehli raat bijli na jaati to kuch nahi hota. Ananya kehti hai, “Bijli wapas aa gayi. Hum nahi ruke.”
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